Meеѕs Lejupielдѓdд“t Datorspд“li -

The response was instant: Šī nav spēle. (This is not a game.)

He pressed the 'W' key. The character stepped forward, and the sound of dry leaves crunching underfoot was so crisp Janis found himself looking down at his own floor. He navigated deeper into the digital woods. The trees were twisted, their bark scarred with strange, glowing symbols that looked like ancient Lielvārde belt patterns gone wrong. MeЕѕs LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li

The reflection wasn't of a game character. It was Janis. He was sitting in his chair, staring at the monitor, but the background behind him in the reflection wasn't his room—it was the dark, towering pines of the forest. A branch snapped loudly behind him, in his actual room. The response was instant: Šī nav spēle